MATEO
Remi has been unavailable for much of Mateo's young life, but the boy doesn't have a chance to really sink that one in because his father is very much available right now, and he tucks himself beneath Remi's arm while glaring back at the pathway, like it might decide to spook them further. "I saw a house," he mutters. "It looked... wrong. Do spirits come here to play games?" If anyone ought to know, it's his father, aka Ludo's chosen, right?
Shoving his curls out of his face and still seeming unsettled, Mateo absently nods at one of the cave walls. "We can pickaxe there?" he suggests, still moody, but mostly preoccupied with not getting snatched up by what he'd seen. "How do we know what a vein looks like?"
Shoving his curls out of his face and still seeming unsettled, Mateo absently nods at one of the cave walls. "We can pickaxe there?" he suggests, still moody, but mostly preoccupied with not getting snatched up by what he'd seen. "How do we know what a vein looks like?"
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